Page 22 of A Little Discovery

A woman’s voice keeps me from fully drifting off. I don’t want to hear her voice right now. Granted, she is not Sabrina, which is an improvement. But I still don’t want to be listening to the news right now.

“I think you need to get him to the hospital sooner rather than later, Spence. He’s not making any sense.”

The giggle I let out turns into a moan, but the lady made a silly rhyme. Maybe she can stay after all…

“Ave,” a sexy voice says with a hint of fear. “I’m gonna need you to drive.”

I don’t like the sexy voice sounding afraid…

CHAPTER 15

SPENCER

The drive to the hospital was probably the most terrifying twenty minutes of my life. Lucky was in and out of consciousness, and when he was awake, it was like he didn’t have a grasp on reality. He kept mentioning Sabrina and his in-laws and not being able to pay. Then, when we got to the emergency room, he begged us not to take away his pillow.

The doctor wanted to admit him for observation and there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to object to that. So now I am sitting in the most uncomfortable chair ever created watching the fifth or sixth nurse visit of the night to wake him up and ask him basic questions. The scans they took when we first came in showed slight bleeding and swelling, but the doctor says that as long as his condition doesn’t get worse overnight, we should be able to take him home in the morning.

“How is he doing?” Jay asks, poking his head into the room. “Eli and Eric are with the others so they don’t bombard you guys.”

I take the interruption as an opportunity to stretch for a bit since I know I won’t be able to sleep until I know for certain Lucky will be alright. I’m going on over thirty-six hours of nothing more than cat naps, but I’ve done worse during finals. Jay comes fully into the room and joins me over by the window as I place my forehead on the cool glass.

“Not sure he would even recognize any of the guys just yet,” Imutter as soon as my friend is close enough to hear. “He thinks the house and all of us are a vivid dream and that he is still married to Sabrina.”

Jay turns toward the bed before sighing. “Is it too much to hope that he remembers only the good stuff?”

I scoff and turn to face the room. “What good stuff? His ex-wife essentially blackmailed him into a marriage where she treated him as her own personal bank and when the money ran out she made it so he couldn’t get a job or even go back home to his parents.

“From what I discovered over the last few days, Lucky hasn’t had muchgoodin his life.”

A commotion in the hallway has both Jay and I heading that way. It’s bad enough that Lucky needs to be poked and prodded every hour or so. He shouldn’t have to worry about what little sleep he manages to get being interrupted by inconsiderate asshats in the hallway at four in the morning. I indicate to Jay to stay in the room while I go out to check. I have a feeling I know who is out there.

Once I step into the hall, I have a clear view of the nurse’s station. My suspicions were correct. Sabrina Carlisle is at the desk, berating the night nurse. I turn back into the room and get a nod from Jay. He heard it as well. She is trying to claim she is his wife to get information… over my dead body.

I march over to the desk and see the nurse pulling information up on the computer.

“Unless you need to look up the number for security or the police, you had better stop what you are doing,” I say before I even reach them. The nurse looks up at me in relief, but Sabrina’sgaze holds surprise.

“Spencer Wright? What a pleasant surprise,” she puts on the charm, like she has no clue about my interview earlier this evening. She takes steps to approach me, but I brush past her to go to the nurse.

“What information is this woman asking for, and why were you giving it to her?” I demand.

The nurse looks concerned by my questions but considering she just saw me ten minutes ago in the room, she knows why I am here. “Mrs. Holloway was asking about her husband’s condition and for the room number. She is upset she was not contacted when he was first brought in since she is his emergency contact.”

I scoff at the answer and turn to “Mrs. Holloway” as I respond to the nurse.

“Ms. Carlisle here,” I say, enjoying the flinch she makes at my tone, “is no longer married to Mr. Holloway. They are divorced. She has no legal standing to request any information, and if you provide anything to her regarding Mr. Holloway, he will sue this hospital and yourself for violating his rights as a patient.”

Sabrina bristles at my words but recovers enough to do something stupid. She steps up to me and puts her filthy hand on my chest. “Spencer, come on. The divorce was only last week. He forced me to accept it. I still care about him.”

I rip her hand away, not caring about the performance she puts on by grabbing her wrist, acting like I hurt her.

“Try your act somewhere else, Sabrina,” I tell her, moving between her and the door to Lucky’s room. “Remember that you are the one who hired me to get proof so you could filefor divorce.Youare the one who used my photographs to create a false narrative against your husband.Youare the one who arranged everything so that I couldn’t testify to what I actually found out and rushed the hearing.

“I know about the money. I know about the fake pregnancy. I know about you and James and the others. I know about you taking everything from him, including his family, with your lies. You willneverhave access to him again.”

After I finish, Sabrina looks enraged, but I don’t give a flying fuck. She is not getting into that room to hurt him more. She is not going to get any information to use against him. I’m certain if she hears that he has a head wound, she will find a way to use that against him to refute what we’ve found out. She is so focused on what I have said that she doesn’t notice the sound of the elevator doors opening.

I smile at the sight of hospital security exiting the lifts and heading to the nurse at the desk. Sabrina is talking, but I stopped listening. As long as she isn’t pushing to get to the hall behind me, she can run her mouth all she wants. I’ve been recording everything from the time I stepped into the hall. Being a P.I. on an active case helps me get all kinds of expedited affidavits from the court, especially when that case is regarding someone who manipulated them.

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